My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Dong~"

The drum kit hits hard.

"Snapped."

The bullet pierced the rattlesnake's eye hard, and a stream of blood came out from behind.

The sound of drums in front perfectly covered the movement behind.

The body of this so-called former top shooter in Texas was shaking, and the remaining eye looked at the man opposite with extreme anguish. He had been on the road for more than 20 years and had killed countless souls under his gun.

He died so inexplicably.

"Bang."

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the rattlesnake fell heavily on the gravel ground with a little snow.

Draw your gun quickly.

What a waste!

I don’t need to pull it out at all! ! !

Ethan sneered and put away the gun in his hand. After making sure that no one was around, he stepped forward, quickly groped around on the other person's body, and took out a disposable prepaid mobile phone.

The palm moved again, and the body disappeared out of thin air.

Then he took the garbage shovel and broom from the side and cleared the blood-stained gravel and snow into the trash can.

Put it into space as well.

It only takes about twenty seconds, except for the candy and a few tools.

It's like this never happened.

As a breeze blew, the faint smell of blood in the air quickly dissipated without leaving any trace.

"Click."

The lighter wheel turned and the flames burst into flames.

The tobacco is burning.

Ethan took a deep breath from his cigarette, opened the prepaid mobile phone, and checked the contents. There was only a phone number.

Just a capital letter B.

Could it be the Bill the other party just mentioned.

The call record was from three days ago. He was about to press the dial when his thumb stopped.

Let’s not talk about whether we can get through. Even if we can get through, what else will it do besides being able to talk to each other? It will only remind the other party that the Diamondback mission has failed, and it will not do any good to ourselves.

It can only make the other party pay more attention to it.

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone with a gloomy face, found Jiabo's phone number and dialed it.

It is enough to know who the other party is. As for how to find it, it is not important. Anyone who wants to investigate can always find some clues. In fact, the rattlesnake has just revealed the information.

Not long after Rebecca arrived in Chicago, she left her job.

Moreover, they are from the same place.

Those killers don't need any evidence. As long as they feel suspicious, they can keep coming to trouble them.

"Bah~"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but spit again.

This killer organization is also troublesome enough.

I can't stand it anymore.

"Yo!"

The call was quickly connected, and the person on the other end joked: "Isn't this the mayor of our banshee?"

"Forgot to congratulate you on winning the election."

Jiabo will still pay attention to what happens on his side.

When he found out that this guy was running for mayor, he was surprised at first and then quickly accepted this behavior which seemed to him quite strange.

After all, the other party has always liked to stay in the system.

I don't know what the bad problem is.

"Stop this nonsense." Ethan said angrily: "Write down this phone number, follow it and see what you can find, and use the channels at your disposal to investigate information about the Viper Organization."

"And Bill the guy."

"Come on, for a person who just won the election." Jiabo laughed and said jokingly: "You have a really bad temper."

"This is a killer organization."

Ethan slowly exhaled the smoke and said in a deep voice: "I was targeted and I just killed someone."

"puff."

First there was a sneer, and Jiabo's voice was more serious than before: "Why don't I feel any surprise? Shouldn't you be used to this kind of thing?"

"Don't worry, I'll investigate right away!"

The call was quickly hung up.

Ethan looked at the phone in his other hand, frowned and put it away.

All the time.

Most of the time, you are in the dark and the enemy is in the light.

Shoot black guns and make a surprise attack.

The initiative is all in your own hands.

But the current situation was completely opposite. The Viper Organization was in the dark and he was in the open. He didn't want to have a sniper rifle aimed at his chest one day, and he didn't know if they would share information with the Aryan Brotherhood.

I don’t know if anyone else, besides Rattlesnake, will come to Banshee Town with him this time.

As long as they couldn't find Rebecca, they would always be in front to attract fire.

We must find a way to find information about the Viper Organization.

Strike first to gain the upper hand!

"Uh-huh."

He kicked the ground and kicked away a piece of gravel.

Cursing under his breath, he walked quickly into Davis Bar, stayed inside for a short while, and then walked out to the front porch.

It takes a while.

Just adjust as if nothing happened.

He just wore a bulletproof vest underneath his clothes.

Safety is most important.

The Cowboy Spice Girls on the stage have left, and now a country singer is standing in front of the microphone singing soulfully, and the people below are slowly swaying their bodies, looking quite intoxicated.

Here, it has become a country version of a concert.

Everyone enjoys it.

"Why does it take so long?" Candy saw him coming out and handed over the wine glass with a smile: "That little girl just looked back for the third time."

"Well, the fourth time."

While speaking, Alice turned back among the crowd below the porch.

Noticed that Ethan finally showed up.

She stuck out her tongue first, then smiled apologetically.

Ethan smiled back, ignored the glass of wine in Candy's hand, directly picked up the bottle of old whiskey on the table, and strode down the steps amidst the old bartender's repeated protests.

Take a swig from the bottle.

He suppressed the trace of murderous intention that he had just been threatened and aroused.

"Feel sorry."

She didn't expect it to take so long for the other party to come out. Alice said apologetically: "I didn't want to use so much force just now. Are you okay?"

"Of course it's okay."

Ethan smiled and shrugged: "I just made a call, it has nothing to do with what you think."

"Um."

With a low groan, Alice drank down the beer in her hand.

Then she grabbed the whiskey bottle he was carrying and took a big gulp. The strong alcohol burned straight into her lower abdomen like a line of fire, making the little girl grin.

With the melodious country music playing, quite a few people around were already hugging each other.

Is dancing happily.

"Mr. Morgan."

Alice squeezed the wine bottle hard, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Aren't you going to invite me to dance?"

"Next time, maybe there's a chance."

Ethan laughed, separated from the crowd and walked towards Siobhan, stretched out his arms to gently embrace the surprised female town police officer, held her hand and danced with the crowd.

Although the latter was a little nervous, he quickly integrated into the festive atmosphere.

"asshole."

Alice cursed secretly and took another sour gulp of whiskey.

She could feel that there was some confusion between Mrs. Kendall and the other party. Even though the two of them acted serious when they came to the construction site, she could still see some clues.

Unexpectedly, the female town police officer was also the same.

Thinking of this, the face of the top student at the University of Pennsylvania became a little more interested. (End of chapter)